It was a beautiful night. The stars were shining as brightly as their predecessors had at the beginning of time. Much like the faded stars, Reeve was not shining very brightly anymore. Seventy two years had passed since his doll had helped save the world, and at the age of one hundred and three, he was just tired. He was the only one left of the Shinra bigwigs and one of the only remaining members of the band who helped save the world. Only two others survived. Vincent, because he was immortal, and Red XIII, because he was still young.

He'd forgotten what they all looked like, how they died, and most of their names. There were times when he'd wake up and not know even who he was. It wouldn't matter soon; Reeve was not going to survive the night and he knew it. The knowledge was heavy and loud, but Reeve didn't care. He'd lived a life that was full. He'd fallen in love; he'd had a beautiful, intelligent little girl. He'd seen the world, through the eyes of a stuffed cat though it had been. He'd had good friends, good family. What more could a man ask for?

His wife had been pretty even in old age. Her name was...Elza. She had a charming wit about her that Reeve hadn't been able to find in anyone else. They had met shortly after Meteor hit, in sector six after its reparation began. She had been selling hi-potions for four gil to the survivors when she had met Reeve. The two had immediately found a liking for one another, and three months later, he had proposed to her. Nine months later, their daughter, Cait, was born. She was to be their only child, but she was more than enough.

Reeve looked back fondly on his days as a young father, fondly mostly because those days were long over with. Cait had looked exactly like her mother but with one difference: her eyes were her father's. Cait had been a vivacious, mischievous youth, like so many other children. She had been wonderful, but trouble was her greatest friend, especially in her teenage years. There was a myriad of times she had nearly literally killed herself with curiosity, too. It was a miracle she had a chance to grow up at all. And grow up she did - she was an acclaimed lawyer, one of the best on her continent.

Elza was dead now, and Cait lived in Costa del Sol with her husband. The only company Reeve kept now was with Cait Sith, who was smiling at him from across the room, the moogle's black eyes glinting back at him in the moonlight. One of the few things Reeve remembered clearly was his strange love for the doll; he designed it, and as such he thought of it as his child for a long time. Eventually he'd given it to Cait as an eighth birthday present, disabling the AI he'd installed because it scared her, but she'd given it back to him for his sixtieth birthday, knowing how much the thing meant to him.

Outside, it began to snow.

Reeve coughed, then turned over in his bed. An exhaustion the likes he never knew before gripped him tightly. He briefly thought of Elza and closed his eyes. An odd sort of breathlessness seized his chest, which he drew out in a long sigh. At that moment, he knew no more.

If anyone had been in the room looking at Cait Sith, they might have sworn that the moogle winked.

A/N: I don't own anything except for Elza and Cait. Square-Enix owns the rest.